Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.